District One - Apollo Pecunia
I walked down the street reveling in the stares and whispers I heard. I couldn't believe it! I was going to volunteer for the Hunger Games! I felt like I was on top of the world! I realized then though that I was, or at least would be once I won.
"Oy, Apollo!" It was my best friend Vulcan. I nodded at him and kept walking as he fell in step beside me.
"Good to see you aren't too high and mighty to talk to your friends, King Apollo," he said with a mocking bow.
"Oh, shut up!" I said as I punched at him. He tried to dodge as he was standing up from the bow but I caught him right on the shoulder.
"God damn it, man! That friggen hurts!" he yelped as he clutched his arm.
"Sorry, my arm slipped! That's what you get for pissing off a district volunteer!" I joked. I laughed as he tried punching me with his injured arm and yelped again.
"Oh? And who's gonna be with ya when you're scared of the dark if you chase me off, huh?" he said pouting.
"That was a low blow. Not cool."
"Fine, it was, but you deserved it."
We walked toward town in silence for a few moments before Vulcan finally spoke.
"I wish I could volunteer," he said quietly.
"I'm sure you do. But hey, on the bright side you get to look forward to being the best friend of the Victor for the 76th Hunger Games!"
"True, true. I suppose this is where I tell you 'May the odds be ever in your favor'?"
"Ha! The odds are always in my favor! I'm going to crush the other tributes!"
We bantered back and forth until we reached my house. I went inside after Vulcan left and headed to the kitchen to grab something to eat. My father was inside doing reports for the bank.
"Where's your brother?" he asked without looking up.
"Ares stayed late to train a couple of the younger kids. I did get chosen to volunteer though!"
"You better not embarrass me," he said after a moment.
Of course that's all he's worried about. I should've known his pride is more important than his children. I grabbed a hunk of bread and went to my room. I started thinking of the most gruesome ways to kill the other tributes. For some reason they all had the same face: my father's.
It never crossed my mind for a moment that I might not come back.
Hey guys, I'm back. I still need tributes for this story, but right now, top priority is District One female. Send her in through PM or review; I really don't care as long as you use my form. The tribute list and SYOT form is on my profile.
Reviews and PMs are appreciated; however, flames will be given to the mutts!
Peace,
Ripplerz
